An Anxin kept thinking about whether she loved him or not, and what she wanted. She began to look for herself, what she had lost, and face what she was avoiding. It seems that I am always trying to be smart, always trying to win, but always losing. Maybe this isn't love, she just can't let go of her beliefs. Or maybe this is love, because Ruoran is like another herself, living another life in her subconscious.